nysalogs | Something's in the air

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Something's in the air

Who: Jessica Jones (

assholic) & OPEN
What: Catch-all log for February
When: All of February
Where: Mostly in Wyver, (home, arena, bars). Occasionally in Olympia due to deliveries. Up on Thesa Station visiting Trish.
Warning(s): Language. Very likely NSFW content in Clark/Jessica thread.

February. One of her least favorite months. She'd always hated how the marketing squad always made any woman not in a relationship feel like a failure. She preferred to stay single that time of year out of spite more than anything. And she was doing it again this year.

Sort of.

Maybe.

Whatever. It was close enough.

She noticed there were new faces that didn't belong to natives around, and that had her slipping up to the Station to see if maybe someone blonde and very much wanted had woken. Maybe it was a stupid hope, but she hated knowing that Trish was there but not really there. That she wasn't in control of herself, something she knew her friend would hate. She wound up being disappointed, again, staring at her face through the clear window, feeling that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach at how close to dead she looked. She just didn't trust the people that brought them here. Jessica didn't trust many people, and one of the few she did was cut off from her right now and it made her... edgy.

Tensions were rising between the cities, and she was finding it more and more difficult when she had to run errands between them. Her new-fangled ability to fly was coming in handy, helping her get over city walls past hours and making travel a little easier, but she was still looked at with sideways glances and dirty looks whenever she had to pop into Olympia. Funnily enough, she was used to that, and it just rolled off her back. But she didn't like that she didn't fully know why there was this us vs them mentality going on between the cities. She also didn't like that it looked like the people brought here by the Orbiters were going to be shoved into it, whether they wanted to be or not. Frankly, she was sick of having other people's shit rained down on her, but it looks like even with her world being destroyed, that part of her life wasn't over yet.

Great.

[ooc: Jessica can be found in/around Wyver, in/around Olympia during deliveries, and occasionally on Thesa Station checking in on Trish. Feel free to start your own prompt, or msg/pp me for something I can put up for you @junglewere on plurk.]

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"I would probably wear something nicer," he explains matter-of-factly, "clean cut. Nothing like the suit from the ball but... I'd want to look presentable. For you, of course."

He tilts his head to catch her eye.

"Unless there was another request?"

Her answer to that? A quick flutter of her lashes and her reclaiming her hand to rest it along the edge of the towel still annoyingly around his waist. "Mmm... I think it's best you make that decision on your own, otherwise I'm just going to wind up requesting another naked eat-off-Clark dinner."

"And I would like you to focus on the food at least long enough to enjoy it," he admits as the corner of his lips curl.

"Then wear something conservative. And not tight. I'm embarrassingly distracted around you, and all I can say is that it's a good thing I've never had to actually kick ass or use my brain when you're half naked."

"So one of my long sleeve shirts buttoned all the way?"

That's about as conservative as he gets.

"That blue one?" Yes, she liked him in blue. What could she say? It brought out those pretty eyes of his.

"The blue one it is," and he punctuates it by finally leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips.

She supposes it's a good thing it's just them there at the moment, because she might otherwise be slightly embarrassed at the sound she made when he did that. A little sigh, a little moan, and her body arched against his like it was magnetically drawn to him. "Any requests from you?" Hey, what was good for the goose...

It's a good thing she doesn't mind making the noise because, well, he loves hearing it. And he fully intends to dip down and start nibbling at her neck to get more interesting sounds.

"I'll let you know if I think of anything," is sort of mumbled into her skin, more sensation than sound.

God, he had an uncanny knack for knowing just where she liked... well, everything. His mouth on her neck had her toes curling, and she moved to slide a leg over his lap, straddling him to sit more comfortably. It gave him better access, but more importantly, it let her touch him. All over that broad chest, her mouth licking at that clean skin, knowing no matter how hard she bit, she'd never leave a mark. "You do that."

His hand reaches over, along her side, back along her back until he can settle at her hip with a beatific smile at her. Then, quietly-

"I didn't know if... 'happy' was something I was going to get again. Considering." He presses another kiss. "I'm happy with you."

That has her stopping for a moment, drawing back to look at him. Her first instinct is to get up and leave, to tell him to stop... liking her. Because people that like her get hurt. But she squashes that down, looking into those ridiculously blue eyes and lifting a hand to press to his cheek, thumb tracing the outside of his smile. Damn her, but she could actually empathize. Happy wasn't a state she thought she deserved or that she'd ever find. And here she was, sitting in the lap of someone that made her feel like she was being lit up from the inside every time he looked at her. "I-," her mouth opened, the word stuck just there in the back of her throat which suddenly felt a little swollen. Her chest was tight, and her heartbeat picked up at the mild panic that started to build.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, resting her hand against his chest, feeling that steady thumping that felt like it grounded her. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze again, voice a little shaky this time. Quiet. Almost a whisper. But she got it out. "I love you." Her gaze dropped to her hand, a little shake of her head following. "I didn't want to. I didn't think I should. You're... you. You're good in that way that just... it hurts to think about you being unhappy. But here I am, and it happened, and I... I don't really want to stop."

He'd been about to say something, to assure her that he expected nothing in return, no assurances, no confessions; there were things he knew were hard for her to say, but even beyond that, he didn't believe in giving things to expect them in return. He gave because he wanted to, and he hoped people did the same for him.

But when the words come out, he doesn't shush her or kiss her concerns away. Instead, he pulls her up, pulls her a little closer, and once she's finished saying her peace, he leans in to kiss her back.

Then, quietly.

"You don't have to stop." Another, softer, at the corner of her lips. "You don't have to stop.

"I love you too."

His kisses were like candy, sweet and warm and addictive. Her hands framed his face, kissing him back with a little shiver as the enormity of what she'd just done hit her. That wasn't a word she'd said to anyone but Trish before, and that was a whole other context. It was a huge wall that was missing now, but she had a feeling that wall had been superficial between them for awhile. Maybe she'd just been the last one to notice. Like always. "You should probably see someone about that. Might be able to get a cure."

"Doubt it," he says with a grin that'd be goofy if it went any wider. He only just avoided it.

"And I think I'll be all right. Never liked doctors anyway."

Edited 2018-02-26 19:35 (UTC)

"You and me both," she said as she kissed that ridiculous grin, biting at his lip as she did. Well, that was it. She was a goner. She'd gotten him a stupidly romantic gift, she was going for dinner with him -- on a date, and she was sitting on his lap, tempted to remove that towel and enjoy the rest of the Clark Kent show.

The bite got a noise of amusement but also of hunger, something just before a growl as his hands slipped around her waist.

"You are wearing entirely too many clothes, I think."

"Yeah? You plan on doing anything about it, towel boy?" She shifted a bit on his lap, arching forward enough that her breasts pressed against his chest through her shirt, letting out a little sigh of enjoyment at that. What could she say? She loved to get him riled up.

"I was..." he starts, frowning a little before he glances up, "going to ask you nicely if you wouldn't mind me helping you off with some of them."

There's a glance around the living room.

"And if we wanted to go to one of our rooms."

"You expecting company?" She ducked her head, licking up the line of his throat before nibbling at where his jaw met the edge of his neck, nails not quite digging into him as she shifted a little more. "I wouldn't mind losing a few layers."

His hands move to slide under her shirt, stroking her skin with obvious appreciation, fingertips edging along the underside of her bra.

"We'd have more room, is all."

"More room, huh? You sure you just don't like having me in your bed?" Because she was starting to think that was the case. Not only did he seem to like them winding up in bed, but he seemed to prefer when she stayed with him. When she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and soft breaths and woke up wrapped up in that velvet steel embrace.

"I'd be more than willing to try your bed out." His head tilts just a little. "But I don't like inviting someone to their own room. Seems rude."

He leans up to peck a kiss.

"And I wasn't sure if you'd want me to stick around."

And, like she'd noted, he liked sticking around.

"What about now, Kent? What do you think I want now?" She hummed against his lips, her fingers dancing down to tug at the bit of towel around his waist, smiling as she thought about just what direction their night was heading and liking that thought, very much so.

"Clearly," he says with a lift of his head, "you'd like a quiet evening in darning socks while I do some cleaning."

...is he looking at her with the most innocent expression on his face? Yes, he is. Is he full of shit? Yes, yes he is.

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